Race For Life is becoming something of an institution here. The last two years my wife has joined thousands of other women as they run and/or walk round Arthur's Seat in Edinburgh, raising money for Cancer Research UK. It's a five kilometre course with an added bonus of pain - at least half of the distance is uphill. A lot of the Race For Life runs take place in gentle, modest parks that wouldn't trouble an average jogger. Running round Arthur's Seat feels more like jogging up Mt Everest [I'm told].
Nevertheless, training has begun and this year my wife's determined to make it the whole way round while still running. I'd say, 'You go, girls!', but I'm not sure I can carry that off - so I've sponsored her instead. Now it's your turn. If you've ever read anything useful, or entertaining, or insightful on this blog [unlikely, I know, but a boy can dream], please sponsor my wife's assault on Arthur's Seat. Doesn't have to be a lot of money, every fiver helps the cause. Let's face it, who hasn't lost someone they care about to cancer? Give a little. Go on. Go on. go on, go on, go on.